And when I got there, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy I nearly chickened out. Iit was only my pride that kept me going. How does one describe the emotions – trepidation while waiting for your turn,
worry as you are helped to the edge, you can't run away, as your ankles are tied together,
terror as you are launched into the abyss
and then pure joy
the thrill of the jump as you plummet ......... a long, long way down
relief as you are hauled up
and then a grin like the Cheshire cat.
Face Adrenalin really did us proud. Will I do it again? I think I could.